pretty puppy

oh sweetheart, your puppy parts look so puffy and sensitive! my poor needy little thing. there's no need to be embarrassed. when you get all hard and sticky like this, it means it's time for daddy to touch you. i know it can be intense, but we have to make the ache go away, ok?

just relax, sweet puppy. that's right. daddy's here. daddy's got you. i'm going to start touching you now and i'm not going to stop until your puppy parts feel alllllll better.

You’d find yourself daydreaming about her, getting a little too excited to see her, you’d get a little jealous when she went on dates, maybe you might try to drive a little wedge between her and her partner, but it wasn’t… this. It became difficult when you started getting hard at just the thought of her, it wasn’t innocent anymore, you would imagine her naked in front of you, showing off for you, when you saw her in person your mind would just imagine her clothes removed. Jerking off to the thought off turned to doing so to her Instagram, saving pics off her close friends story, going through old texts to find photos you never thought twice of but now were porn for you. You’d look at her face in these pictures with an expression you made a story for, she looks like such a whore in that one doesn’t she? She knows what she’s doing.

This went on for months but it wasn’t enough, you needed more, she’s your best friend she wouldn’t think anything of a hand on her knee, her thigh, a hug that lingered, your her best friend, maybe her other friends weren’t very good to her, she deserved better, maybe your her only real friend, maybe your all she needs, she’s so busy with work and classes why would she spend her time with people who make her feel bad? She should spend time with you, you’d never make her feel bad. You should probably find a place together, her roommates aren’t very kind to her, you might as well split the cost, you already spend so much time together anyways. You know how to cook, and she barely has the time, you love cooking for her, but she needs to rest more often, she never gets enough sleep.

There’s some new drug you found online, it helps people sleep, you could slip that into her dish, she’d never notice. You always tried to watch something together after dinner, even when she got so drowsy from your new “ingredient” she still insisted on keeping the tradition. When she fell asleep mumbling and drooling into your side, of course you couldn’t help it, you needed her, you needed her and she was here and she was yours to use, so you did, she didn’t wake up when you groped her, or when you took off her shirt, or when you starts to kiss and bite her neck and tits, or when you took off her shorts, or panties, and she didn’t wake up she you filled her cunt. You read the warnings about repeated use, what it could do to the mind, but you couldn’t stop. It went from twice a week, to every other day, to daily.

"You know that's not what it's called."

Maia's face burns, and she tries not to to hide her face as Kris sighs at her. "You know what I'm talking about."

"Do I?" Kris asks, one elegant eyebrow arched. She's still fully dressed in her crisp white shirt and tailored tuxedo pants, lounging on the bed watching Maia squirm.

Maia, who is entirely naked, one finger just barely touching her clit.

"You know what they say: if you're not ready to talk about sex, you're not ready to have sex."

"I am ready to talk about sex," Maia protests, knowing that even the words sound immature. "I just--look--I just want you to let me. You know."

"I don't know," Kris drawls. "And all that stammering certainly isn't convincing me that you're ready to talk about sex, much less to talk about it."

Maia spent most of her twenties fucking her way through half the men and women in the city's nightclubs, but still it's hard to say what Kris wants her to say. "I want to be allowed to rub my clit," she mumbles finally, face hot.

"Your what?"

"My clit," she mumbles.

"Your what?" Kris asks more pointedly.

Maia swallows, then whispers, "My clitty."

"Louder, please," Kris prompts. "I want to make sure I understand what you're asking for."

"To rub my clitty," Maia says, a little louder, throat tight with humiliation.

"That's a good girl," Kris says, smiling patronizingly at her. "Learning how to use the right words when she's asking for things. And it makes that cunt of yours absolutely drip." She smirks at Maia. "That's what that leaky little hole of yours is called: a cunt."

Maia's finger trembles against her clitty. "Please," she mumbles.

"Please what?"

"Please may I rub my clitty?" she begs. "Please, I just want to rub my clitty."

"Since you've been such a good girl about asking," Kris says, "you may."